Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  “Go for it,” Alex answered with a satisfied grin.

  With that, Kim leaned in close to me and planted her lips on mine for a kiss that took my breath away. Then, breaking the kiss, she looked me right in the eye and said, “I want to fuck you, Ron. I want to fuck you so bad.”

  “And I want to watch,” Alex added with a smile. “So, what do you say?”

  I had suddenly lost the ability to speak, but the giant bulge in my pants spoke volumes. It certainly wasn’t the first time I’d gotten hard around Kim, but my cock was swollen almost to bursting. Kim noticed and giggled. “He says yes,” she said happily, giving my cock a squeeze through my pants. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  Scant minutes later Alex and I were buck naked in the master bedroom and watching Kim do a sensuous striptease. Alex was seated in a large armchair not far from the bed, idly stroking his cock, which was every bit as hard as mine. I stood a few feet away, carefully stroking my own erection. When she was down to her panties, Kim summoned me to her. “You take them off, Ron. See how wet they are.”

  Happy to oblige, I dropped to my knees and pulled down Kim’s white cotton panties. They were soaked with her arousal, and I brought them to my nose for a whiff of her scent, which made my cock even harder, if that were possible. Kim took her panties from me and threw them to her husband, who promptly wrapped them around his throbbing erection. She then placed her hands on my head and drew my face into her golden bush. “See if I taste as good as I smell,” she said.

  That she did, and for several delightful minutes I lost myself in the heady taste and aroma of her aroused pussy. “Oh, hon, he’s good,” Kim called out to her husband as I lapped up her flowing juices and swabbed her clitoris with my tongue. And then I felt her tremble and her hands tighten on my head as she started to come. My hands clutched at her ass cheeks as she shoved her pussy hard against my face, coating my lips and chin with her sticky juices. Emitting a long, satisfied sigh, she fell backward to sprawl on the bed. “God, that was good,” she said, squeezing her breasts. “I need a minute. Then you can fuck me good.”

  “Yeah, she likes it hard, Ron. So don’t pull any punches.”

  I turned to look at Alex. He was staring at his beautiful wife with an expression that reflected his incredible excitement, her panties still wrapped around his cock as he stroked it. “Isn’t she something?” he said aloud to no one in particular.

  Kim was something, all right. Looking at her on the bed, her legs spread wide as she fondled her pussy with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other, it was all I could do to keep from jumping on her and slamming my cock into that oh-so-inviting target. Fortunately, she didn’t keep me waiting long.

  Ordering me onto the bed, she knelt next to me and took hold of my engorged cock. “Look at this, honey,” she said, holding my member perfectly perpendicular. Then I jerked as Kim’s tongue touched my cockhead, and moaned when she wrapped her lips around it and licked softly and teasingly. Next, she ran her tongue up and down its length, pausing on occasion to lick and suck my balls. Then, with a little growl, she took me into her hot mouth.

  Her blonde curls spilled over my stomach as she began sucking my cock, alternating between a slow pace and a faster one. When Alex told her to take me deep, she pulled back her hair, away from her face, so he could clearly see my cock disappear down her throat. “Oh, God!” I called out, relishing not only the sensation but also the sight of

  Kim’s lips and nose mashed against my pubic hairs. In the course of the next few minutes she deep-throated me several times, urged on by her husband, who eventually said he wanted to see us fuck.

  Kim released my saliva-drenched cock and then quickly straddled me to sink down onto my slippery pole of flesh. With her hands braced on my chest she began moving, bouncing over on me, occasionally rotating her hips to grind her pussy on my cock. I reached for her jiggling breasts, squeezing them as she rode me with a look of sheer determination. This went on until Alex shouted out that he wanted to see us doggy-style. “It’s her favorite, Ron,” he rasped. Mine, too, I thought, as I looked over at Alex, who was still slumped in the armchair and stroking his panty-covered cock.

  With Kim on her hands and knees, I got behind her and shoved my dick into her pussy. Remembering what Alex had said earlier, I fucked his wife hard, making sure I touched bottom with each forceful thrust into her clutching hole. She dropped her head to the mattress and shrieked with pleasure as I slammed into her again and again. “Do it!” Alex chanted, obviously beside himself with lust.

  It was not at all easy, but somehow I succeeded in holding off my orgasm until Kim had come not once but twice, and then I lost it. I did not think I’d ever stop coming as spurt after spurt of semen shot from my cock into my beautiful neighbor’s pussy. Finally, I pulled out of her and she fell flat on the bed, breathing hard, as was I.

  And now here came Alex, bolting out of the armchair and hurrying to the bed, raging cock in hand. Kim, obviously very familiar with the routine, quickly rolled over onto her back and opened her mouth wide. His face flushed, Alex knelt on the side of the bed and stuffed his exploding cock into his wife’s mouth, growling as his semen streamed down her throat. I thought it a fitting conclusion to this wholly remarkable evening.

  Soon after that I got dressed and left, leaving my amazing next-door neighbors cuddling on the bed. Back home, I kept going over what had happened, winding up with a smile on my face when I remembered Alex’s parting words. “We’ll have to do this again,” he had said. “And soon,” Kim had added with a grin.

  Man, do I ever hope so.

  —Mr. R.L., New Hyde Park, New York

  Backyard Barbecue Serves as an Appetizer to an Entrée of Passion

  As I swung lazily in the hammock, which last year I’d strung between our two apple trees, I smiled inwardly and considered my good fortune. A beautiful wife, a well-paying job I liked, a lovely house with a swimming pool in the suburbs, and a one-year-old Lexus in the driveway. Not bad, I thought. Not bad at all. And when you factored in David and Julia, our neighbors and best friends from down the block, due here shortly for a backyard barbecue, well, I was indeed one lucky son-of-a-gun.

  David and Julia. What a great couple. Little did Laura and I know when we arrived here two years ago that we’d meet the couple with whom we could realize our dream of group-sex fun. It didn’t happen right away, of course, but something definitely clicked the night they invited us to their place for what Julia called “a welcome-to-the-neighborhood dinner” with a few other couples from the block. It wasn’t only that we hit it off so well or that, amazingly, our interests were incredibly similar. It was the exciting suggestion, unspoken yet understood by both couples, that something very interesting sexually could develop here. We were reading one another, as it were, seeking out small clues, wondering if and hoping that we were on the same wavelength.

  It was the fourth or fifth time we were together with David and Julia that it happened; the sexual tension that had been building between us exploded during an unforgettable night that found me going crazy with Julia while Laura, wilder than I had ever seen her, sucked and fucked David into a state of pure exhaustion. There was no guilt and no regrets afterward; we were all just happy to have taken the first step toward what we knew would be a very special relationship.

  And that it has been. Of course, we don’t have sex every time we’re together—too much of a good thing, you know—but when the mood and setting are right and we’re all feeling it, then watch out, for here we come, ready or not. And a little something told me that this nice little backyard barbecue would be but an appetizer to a sexual feast later on. Merely thinking about the titian-tressed, green-eyed Julia decked out in a skimpy halter and tight short-shorts—her favorite attire in the summer—had me tingling all over.

  Laura shook me out of my reverie by shouting from the kitchen window that I should start the grill and set the patio table, upon which she’d earlier placed plates, beer mugs, and a pile of
silverware. I was waiting at the grill when she came out of the house with the steaks, ground round, a package of franks, and a large bowl of salad. “They’ll be here soon, hon,” she said.

  “And I, for one, can’t wait,” I said happily, giving my hot little wife a good squeeze from behind, rubbing against her so she could feel my cock against her pert butt. “First we eat, then we fuck—maybe,” Laura said. “David and Julia might not be in the mood.”

  “That’ll be the day,” I said with a grin. Giving my wife a playful swat on the ass, I started toward the grill with the steaks, hamburger meat, and rolls while she fussed over the place settings on the patio table. For the next half-hour or so, every chance I got I fooled around with Laura, copping a feel here, stealing a kiss there, sneaking a hand up between her legs to cup her crotch through her tight white shorts. She was as ready to party with David and Julia as I was, and she gigglingly accepted each of my playfully erotic advances.

  Our closest friends arrived right on time, looking as good as ever. Julia, as expected, was in fanny-hugging khaki shorts with her magnificent breasts spilling out of a canary-yellow halter. When I remarked that she looked good enough to eat, she laughed and said, “I might just give you the opportunity, my love. But you better not burn my steak.”

  As for David, it was easy enough to see why he appealed to my wife, or to any woman, for that matter. Tall, with longish blond hair and clear blue eyes, he possessed the well-toned body of a swimmer or gymnast and had what Laura called a “smile that absolutely oozes sex appeal.” He never failed to make her really wet, she said.

  David and I got down to talking about sports and cars while our wives swapped stories and gossip. Then, with the humidity having ratcheted up yet another notch, Julia decided that a dip in our pool was in order. Thankful for the high wooden fence surrounding the backyard, I watched Julia quickly strip naked and jump into the pool. David was next in, also diving naked into the pool. Laura and I smiled at each other, shrugged, and then got out of our clothes into the water with our sexy friends.

  For perhaps an hour we frolicked in the pool, splashing one another, playing ring toss, overturning the rubber float, and dumping the person on it into the water. And in between times were the hugs and kisses, the bold caresses underwater and above, Laura becoming ever more aggressive with David while nearby Julia and I did delightfully sexy things to each other with our mouths and hands. By the time we were ready to climb out of the pool, our appetite for sex was as keen as our appetite for food.

  Julia kept things interesting while we ate, simulating the act of sucking cock with a frankfurter. It was funny at first, but my chuckles soon gave way to serious arousal as I envisioned the spirited Julia doing to my cock what she was doing to that hot dog. Memories of the many times she’d sucked my cock with a delicious combination of expertise and enthusiasm flooded my mind. I noticed the flush that came to Laura’s face as she looked over at David and knew that she couldn’t wait to take him into her mouth. As for David, he had that I’m-going-to-fuck-you-really-good look on his face as he instantly responded to Laura’s longing, passionate gaze.

  There we were, the four of us bare-assed naked on the patio and chowing down, with Julia providing the erotic entertainment and getting us all aroused to fever pitch. By the time she ended her show by deep-throating that damn frankfurter, my cock was as stiff as a board—as was David’s.

  No sooner had we all finished eating than Laura starting clearing the table, with help from Julia. They made several trips into the house as they put the uneaten food away, emerging on the patio after their final trip to declare that they were ready for dessert. Julie wriggled onto my lap while Laura made herself cozy with David. There were a few minutes of kissing and stroking, and then it was into the house and upstairs to the master bedroom for some serious sucking and fucking.

  We all piled onto the king-size bed, with Laura going after David’s full-blown cock the second he was on his back. Julia, meanwhile, had me sit on the side of the bed, then knelt on the floor and stuffed as much of me into her ever-hungry mouth as possible. The slurping sounds and whimpers of joy our wives made as they licked and sucked our cocks were delightful to hear.

  After a while Laura clambered up David’s strong body until she was straddling his chest, her golden-haired pussy hovering over his mouth. David got the message and soon he was busy lapping up my wife’s flowing nectar, making her gasp and emit little shrieks of delight as he massaged her clitoris with his tongue.

  “Hey, you two, make room for us, will you?” Julia said, as she got to her feet. “We’re not going to do it on the floor.”

  This brought smiles all around, with Laura and David pausing long enough to move, somewhat awkwardly, across the large bed before getting back to the business at hand. Eager to be penetrated, Julia flopped onto her back and splayed her knees wide, beckoning me between them with the most lascivious grin. I was inside her in no time, going balls-deep in a single thrust.

  “Oh, yeah, honey, that’s what I love,” she crooned. “Give it to me good now.”

  I commenced a smooth, steady rhythm, working my cock in and out of Julia’s copper-haired cunt in measured strokes. Perhaps spurred on by Julia’s moans and grunts, Laura took her pussy from David’s face and scrambled down his body, taking but a moment to align his raging cock with her dripping cunt before impaling herself on that fleshy pole. At Julia’s urging, I picked up the pace of my fucking as a few feet away my wife bounced up and down on another man’s manhood.

  We went at it like that for several minutes more, our impending orgasms gathering momentum, until the bedroom was rocked by our sounds of pleasure. Julia was the first to let go, wrapping her arms and legs around me and biting down into my shoulder as she came. I was right behind her, blasting my cream into her still-convulsing cunt. Next David, his voice choked with excitement, informed Laura he was about to explode. Responding immediately, she hopped off his throbbing cock and bent down low so she could catch his spurting load in her mouth. Sprawled atop Julia, I watched with pride as my beautiful wife gulped down every last drop of David’s copious ejaculation.

  This turned out to be one of our most enjoyable gettogethers with David and Julia. We partied until ten that night, topping things off with a dip in the pool, following which Julia and Laura positioned themselves on all fours, side by side on a beach blanket, so David and I could do them from behind one last time.

  Yes, sir. Nothing like a good barbecue and sexy friends to turn a lazy, summer day into something special.

  —Mr. A.R., Westbury, New York

  “I’ll Never Forget the Performance We Gave out on the Balcony!”

  My boyfriend’s apartment is on the seventeenth floor of a New York City high-rise, and I’ve always appreciated the view from his balcony. Looking out on the bridge, the river and the twinkling city lights at night is so romantic, but even more exciting are the vast opportunities to peer into other people’s windows and see what naughty things they are up to when they think no one is looking. Right before my eyes, I’ve caught couples having sex on kitchen tables and wearing kinky costumes, and women and men masturbating solo, or sometimes with a friend. One night, to my surprise, I even caught someone watching me! The thing I hadn’t counted on was how hot being spied on would make me feel. One touch of my wet pussy, though, assured me that having an audience was perhaps even more arousing than doing the watching myself. I decided to explore this a little further.

  On that particular night, I was sitting on Dan’s balcony with one hand rubbing my moist cunt as I looked into the many windows within my view. Soon my gaze landed on a guy in the building across the street to my right, who was obviously stroking his hard-on through his pants. I couldn’t be sure if we really locked eyes, but the idea of him staring at me as I caressed myself was truly exhilarating and sent fresh waves of nectar flowing from my already-juicy pussy.

  I called to Dan to come out and play with me, telling him that I thought we had company.<
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  “What do you mean, company?” he asked, noting that I was alone.

  “Right there,” I whispered, even though there was no way the stranger could have heard me, and I tilted my head in the direction of my audience. When I turned to look at him again, I saw that our neighbor across the way had brought a woman out on his balcony, too. I assumed she was his girlfriend from the way he slipped his hands around her slender waist and pointed his chin in our direction. Now there was no doubt that we had started a game of watching, and it was thrilling me beyond belief.

  “What exactly is going on out here, Sandy?” Dan asked with a sly smile.

  “I’m not sure, honey,” I said in my huskiest voice, “but I think we’re supposed to put on a show.” Then I leaned forward and kissed my strikingly handsome boyfriend while peeking over his shoulder to see if our new friends were still watching. Of course they were, and I closed my eyes and relished the passionate kiss Dan and I were sharing. He knew about my predilection for watching other people from his balcony, but the two of us were entering completely new territory by making ourselves the main attraction of the night.

  Dan was into it, though, and took things a step further by saying that if we were going to do this, we might as well do it right. Then he eased me back onto a chair and got down on his knees between my splayed thighs. Lifting up my pink satin nightgown, he met my passionate eyes and said, “It’s okay, baby, don’t look at me. I want you to watch them watching you come.” With that, he dove face-first into my slick center, peeling apart my slippery pussy lips and gliding his tongue over them as I kept my eyes locked on the couple across the way. They stood there at rapt attention as I moaned and tossed my head from side to side, never once losing them from my sight. It got me so sexually charged to be watching them as they embraced tightly, the man kissing the woman’s neck and grasping her breasts as they watched Dan lap at my juicy folds.